People watching at the local coffeehouse can bring some strange rewards.
That is if you consider witnessing odd behavior rewarding, and I do.
As I was sipping my creamy columbian, in walked two tall, high school girls.
One walked up to the counter, the other veered off to the back of the shop where she grabbed an empty water cup. Then she walked back by me, up to the coffee island. I thought, man, she's going to help herself to a free cup of coffee. I wasn't even close.
First she filled it halfway with half n' half, next a few splashes of skim milk, then a few glugs of whole milk and then topped it up with soy milk. She wasn't helping herself to free coffee, she was just taking the cream (which I guess you couldn't consider stealing, they just leave it there for the taking). To add to my amazement she then grabbed a stack of sugar packets, whacked them back and forth before tearing the tops off and dumping them into her dairy concoction.
With her prize, she slid into a nearby booth that was still in my line of sight and took a huge gulp of her drink. Heaving a comforted sigh and leaving a proper milk mustache on her lip, she reached into her jacket pocket just as her friend joined her and obscured my view for a moment. Her friend had a "paid for" cup of coffee and a donut for dunking, but I could not concern myself with her, because I could not believe what my milk maiden was doing next.
Out of her pocket and now resting on the table was a plastic ziploc bag, half-full of colorful Kix cereal. I knew what it was because I too loved that cereal when I was a kid. However, I never enjoyed it in the fashion that she did. She opened up the bag and dumped in the rest of her milky blend. She then pulled a spoon out of her other pocket and proceeded to wolf it down, right out of the bag. When she was finished, her friend picked up her coffee, her donut was done, and they both got up to leave.
Her friend was already at the door while she made one more stop at the coffee station. She filled up her cup again with three kinds of milk and headed for the door gulping as she went, I guess to wash all the sugar down. She was now ready to start her day.
As I sat there just shaking my head, the coffee clerk was scratching her head as she noticed all the cream dispensers were empty. I could hear her thinking..."didn't I just fill these up?".
That is if you consider witnessing odd behavior rewarding, and I do.
As I was sipping my creamy columbian, in walked two tall, high school girls.
One walked up to the counter, the other veered off to the back of the shop where she grabbed an empty water cup. Then she walked back by me, up to the coffee island. I thought, man, she's going to help herself to a free cup of coffee. I wasn't even close.
First she filled it halfway with half n' half, next a few splashes of skim milk, then a few glugs of whole milk and then topped it up with soy milk. She wasn't helping herself to free coffee, she was just taking the cream (which I guess you couldn't consider stealing, they just leave it there for the taking). To add to my amazement she then grabbed a stack of sugar packets, whacked them back and forth before tearing the tops off and dumping them into her dairy concoction.
With her prize, she slid into a nearby booth that was still in my line of sight and took a huge gulp of her drink. Heaving a comforted sigh and leaving a proper milk mustache on her lip, she reached into her jacket pocket just as her friend joined her and obscured my view for a moment. Her friend had a "paid for" cup of coffee and a donut for dunking, but I could not concern myself with her, because I could not believe what my milk maiden was doing next.
Out of her pocket and now resting on the table was a plastic ziploc bag, half-full of colorful Kix cereal. I knew what it was because I too loved that cereal when I was a kid. However, I never enjoyed it in the fashion that she did. She opened up the bag and dumped in the rest of her milky blend. She then pulled a spoon out of her other pocket and proceeded to wolf it down, right out of the bag. When she was finished, her friend picked up her coffee, her donut was done, and they both got up to leave.
Her friend was already at the door while she made one more stop at the coffee station. She filled up her cup again with three kinds of milk and headed for the door gulping as she went, I guess to wash all the sugar down. She was now ready to start her day.
As I sat there just shaking my head, the coffee clerk was scratching her head as she noticed all the cream dispensers were empty. I could hear her thinking..."didn't I just fill these up?".
